We’ve reached another landmark, at last. Late last night, Tantalus Depths finally reached and passed 500 pre-orders. That’s right: we are now three fourths of the way to the full-publishing goal.
We are now entering the final month of the campaign. As of right now, we have to bring in 247 more pre-orders within the next 29 days. It won’t be easy. We’re right about where we should be, but there’s still a whole lot more work to be done. If you’ve been holding out so far, now is the time to throw in your pre-order, or to bring your friends and families into the picture for their support.
Also, even though the 500th order technically came after midnight, I’m still going to go ahead and put up chapter one and the video of my reading it, like I promised we’d do if Tantalus Depths hit 500 on the 16th. Expect those sometime tomorrow, along with our usual character update. :)
Keep pushing everyone! We’re almost home.
Crunch time...
There’s only 22 days remaining in the campaign to reach the 250 quill goal and with only another 173 pre-orders needed can you help make this dream a reality?
Please pre-order, recommend, share over Facebook or Twitter and amongst your friends and relatives to make this happen. I love the amazing support you have already granted me and would love the extra push you can give to help me along in order to reach this goal.
Thank you all for your love and support over the 6 months I have had this campaign running and I wish you all the best of luck in the coming future.
There are many more, but I will enter them as the chapters are released. This one is of the couple on their honeymoon. When Azazael or Azazel is behaving as mogul Ashton Cargill and not the ancient terror of old. Ana never sees what a true terror he can be. 
Hello all. The artist who agreed to help me with the illustrations brought over new ones today I wish to share with you. This is one is Bea, Ana’s seven year old daughter whom other kids call "Queen Bee." As you perhaps figured out by now Bea isn’t exactly your average, everyday kid.
(Into the first string of Bounded Ages)
When the Dragons of the Sainted Mounts came to dwell in the eighth infinite realm some seven millennia ago, lured by its incontestable majesty, the land was already ancient, already ages old, already teeming with a vast array of Elemental kind. Yet, the leave given those repentant beasts, those Dragons, by the governing godheads—to walk the mortal demesne and know life, to roam its set skies and find freedom in flight—came with a price. The tribes. . .